By Tara Overzat
Received the darnedest voicemail Thanksgiving morning. A relative was going on about being all alone on the holiday “as usual” and saying, oh well, this is how it has to be until something better comes along.
This relative has always put herself in the role of the martyr, the never-ending sufferer. Truth is, I spent money I didn’t have to fly down to spend Thanksgiving with her just a few years ago. After arriving, she decided she didn’t want to spend Thanksgiving with me at her neighbor’s house. No explanation. Just an explosion of anger that I was even there. (And, yes, she was fully aware that I was coming.)
She didn’t even visit with me. She put on the Macy’s Day Parade, told me to sit down and left the room. She didn’t come back. Sheepishly, I walked to the neighbors and tried to explain that, um, my relative didn’t feel well and wouldn’t be joining us for dinner.
“Oh, that’s too bad. You came all the way from Georgia!”
Why yes, yes I had.
Awkward. Disrespectful – of my time, my money (or lack thereof!), and most of all, my feelings.
How can this same relative then turn around and leave me a voicemail about being all alone this holiday, boo hoo? Really? I’m just glad I let the call go to voicemail.